A/N: Hello...this is my first phic. It's more or less a parody of the insane/crazy/plotless phics posted up here and the authors who write them. I have seen one too many phan/character conversations to my liking so now it's time for the Phantoms to have their say about the goings on in Phic World.
Disclaimer: I really don't think I own anything in this phic even if PotO IS a story in the public domain. I don't even own the authoresses. They are simply examples of what I've seen here over the years.
Erik's Disturbance
Erik took off his mask and looked at himself in the mirror. He saw that his skin seemed to be a shade yellower and pulling tighter around his gaunt face. The hole that was supposed to serve as his nose had grown. Also, his hair was continuing to disappear. He threw his arms up in exasperation and disgust.
"Do I think it will go away some day? Do I think that I will wake up some day and find myself to be a handsome young man? Do I think that some day I will be able to make up for all of the time I've lost and live a normal life?" He slammed his fist on the table in front of him."I'm nearing sixty! I should have stopped believing in fairy tales a long, long time ago!" Erik held his face in his bony hands. "Why must I torment myself this way when I feel another year of my life ending?" he whispered in a shaky voice. Erik then put on his full black mask and fedora on as quickly as he could so he could hide his deformity from the world and himself once more.
Erik then took out Les Miserables. Ever since he had read Notre-Dame de Paris he was hooked on Victor Hugo's works. He felt that Hugo's death was a great loss to the world of writing. He sat down with the book and began reading where he left off.
Suddenly, he was pulled from Hugo's Paris by a knock on the door. Irritated at being disturbed from his reading, he quickly readied a Punjab Lasso and made his way towards the front door. He looked out the peephole and saw a man walking near the house.
This man was wearing black dress clothes over a white ruffled shirt. He had short dark hair and a white mask that only covered half of his face. The odd appearance of the man threw Erik off a bit. Naturally, he knew that he was not the most conventional man in Paris, but this man just had something that made Erik more uneasy than he already was. He threw opened the door and was about to strangle the man, when he heard a ghastly noise coming from the man's throat. It appeared to be singing, but to Erik's trained ears it sounded more like a poisoned cat gasping out its last. He was so taken aback by the sound that he dropped his Lasso.
When he picked it up again he noticed that a large group of teenage girls had appeared out of nowhere. Some were applauding and some were swooning. Then, they vanished as soon as they had arrived. Erik was stunned by this all.